Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

Just as Cheng Ji was about to fall at Ye Chen's hands, Lord Shakyamuni swept his hands through the air. Another Five-Fingered Golden Mountain materialized out of thin air, appearing before Cheng Ji to block Ye Chen's path.

Seeing Lord Shakyamuni intervene, Cheng Ji instantly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling an immense sense of security.

'After all, that's the power of Lord Shakyamuni. No matter how heaven-defying that guy Ye Chen is, there's no way he could...'

'Wait, what's happening?'

Cheng Ji's expression changed drastically. He suddenly realized that the lower half of his body had been engulfed by sharp Sword Qi and directly shredded to pieces.

Before he could even let out a blood-curdling scream, another streak of Sword Qi flew over and pierced straight through his head.

Even the Divine Soul within was sucked away by the Soul-Catching Lamp.

A Saint Monk of his generation had met such an untimely end!

"No!"

Fa Zhao and Fa Ming witnessed this as well. They roared hoarsely, their chests filled with rage.

Even Lord Shakyamuni narrowed his eyes. Deep within his usually unflappable gaze, an almost imperceptible glint of coldness emerged.

"This..."

"Saint Monk Cheng Ji... actually died just like that?"

"What on earth happened?"

The members of the Xu family could also feel Cheng Ji's aura fading rapidly, but they couldn't clearly see the situation on the battlefield.

This shocked them. Even with Lord Shakyamuni personally intervening, Ye Chen had still managed to obliterate a Saint Monk?

The Five-Fingered Golden Mountain exploded with a deafening BOOM. Ye Chen's tall, aloof figure stood proudly beneath the sky. The Cangming Sword in his hand trembled slightly, a streak of fresh blood still gracing its blade.

"It seems your methods aren't all that impressive."

"See? Didn't a Saint Monk just die at my hands?"

Ye Chen said with a smile, addressing the distant Lord Shakyamuni.

"..."

A gentle breeze swept by, causing the corner of Lord Shakyamuni's robes to flutter.

He watched Ye Chen with indifference, but the previous look of serene composure had vanished from his face.

"I must admit, you've surprised me."

"But I can guarantee you, something like this will not happen again today."

Lord Shakyamuni took a slow step forward, his aura surging like a flash flood, a tsunami. His eyes glowed with golden light as countless golden lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, making him appear sacred and transcendent, like a god descending to the mortal world to reign supreme.

Anyone could tell that this top-tier expert from the sacred temple, the powerful being known as the head of the Twelve Saint Monks, had been thoroughly enraged by Ye Chen!

"Angry already?"

"It seems your cultivation is still lacking, monk."

Ye Chen shook his head and sighed with mock regret.

"Suppressing you will be the greatest cultivation!"

Lord Shakyamuni raised his hand indifferently. Countless Five-Fingered Golden Mountains appeared above Ye Chen's head and then came crashing down!

"Hmph!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly. He didn't use his Cangming Sword again, instead relying solely on his own power to battle Lord Shakyamuni.

Undoubtedly, the current Ye Chen truly possessed the strength to fight a Divine Might Realm expert head-on.

This was also enough to explain why, even with Lord Shakyamuni intervening to save him, Cheng Ji was still obliterated by Ye Chen.

After all, their strengths were comparable. If Lord Shakyamuni didn't use his full power, how could he possibly have stopped Ye Chen's killing blow?

Ye Chen shattered countless golden mountains with his own body. Amidst a rain of light, he charged straight for Lord Shakyamuni, carrying an unparalleled, ferocious power.

"Petty tricks!"

Lord Shakyamuni spoke faintly. He swept his hands, and a Zen Seal cut through the void, positioning itself before him.

A surging, formless power spread out from the Zen Seal. The surrounding space seemed to be frozen solid by it, and Ye Chen's figure was fixed in place as if painted onto a canvas, unable to move a single inch.

Seeing this, a trace of mockery flashed across Lord Shakyamuni's face.

He raised a hand and pressed down. The space before him immediately began to tremble violently. Countless cracks appeared out of nowhere, and the once-solid space now looked like a pane of glass about to shatter, teetering on the brink of collapse.

The experts of the Xu family watched, their hearts trembling in secret. 'The methods of a Divine Might Realm Great Power are truly extraordinary!'

"Please, Lord Shakyamuni, slaughter this brat! Avenge Cheng Ji!"

Fa Zhao shouted, his gaze toward Ye Chen filled with profound hatred.

Although Fa Ming said nothing, he seemed so certain that Ye Chen would die a miserable death at Lord Shakyamuni's hands that his expression was one of boredom.

"So these are the methods of a Divine Might Realm Cultivator?"

"In my opinion, they're nothing special!"

Just then, a clear laugh suddenly echoed from within that shattering space.

Lord Shakyamuni's brow twitched slightly, while Fa Zhao and Fa Ming's expressions changed.

The space was teetering but had not yet collapsed. But in the next moment, a monstrous power erupted, directly shattering a corner of that confined area.

Bathed in azure light, Ye Chen burst out of the frozen space. His aura was awe-inspiring, like a War God, as he once again charged toward Lord Shakyamuni.

"He... He actually got out!"

"Lord Shakyamuni's technique failed to suppress him!"

The experts of the Xu family all paled, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Lord Shakyamuni watched Ye Chen with cold eyes, his face still calm. With a casual slap of his hand, the Zen Seal before him suddenly unleashed a boundless holy light, shooting toward Ye Chen like a meteor.

Ye Chen also brought out the Ancient God Order, which collided heavily with the Zen Seal.

In an instant, an indescribably terrifying storm swept out in mid-air, threatening to shatter the surrounding void and obliterate the clouds in the sky.

What made everyone tremble was that Ye Chen had actually blocked the Zen Seal unleashed by Lord Shakyamuni!

In fact, even Ye Chen himself was a little surprised.

'Ever since I got the Ancient God Order, I've never been able to figure out what level of magic treasure it is.'

'I never expected it would still be useful even when fighting a Divine Might Realm Great Power like Lord Shakyamuni.'

After blocking the Zen Seal, Ye Chen's figure had already swooped down in front of Lord Shakyamuni.

"Don't think you can fight me head-on just because you've cultivated some Body Refining technique."

"This will be your most foolish choice!"

Lord Shakyamuni's eyes glowed with golden light. His majestic and heavy aura was like that of a god descending to the mortal world, his presence mysterious and unfathomable.

Ye Chen just smiled faintly. He didn't speak, but answered Lord Shakyamuni with his actions!

It had to be known that this was no ordinary Body Refining technique he practiced. It was the True Dragon Body Refining Art, the True Dragon Jade Emperor Scripture, which could transform his physical body into that of a True Dragon!

In a head-on clash, few could ever be Ye Chen's match!

BOOM!

BOOM!

...

Ye Chen threw dozens of punches in a row. Each punch was heavy and powerful, erupting with immense force. Amidst the surging azure light, it seemed as if he could shatter the very void.

Lord Shakyamuni's expression was calm. His Palm Seals flew, and countless illusory Buddhas appeared behind him, creating a sacred and transcendent scene—a stark contrast to Ye Chen's ferocious posture.